Page 83 of Fall Wherever They May

I twist her hair around my hand, jerking her head back. “Behave.” My movements still, and I torture her clit with my fingers. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her head shakes back and forth vigorously. I pound into her, bringing her to the brink of another orgasm, then I pull out of her. She whimpers, then spits the puck out of her mouth, gasping deeply for air. I smirk.

“Don’t fucking stop,” she breathily demands.

“Did I tell you to spit that out? I think it’s cute that you think you’re my boss right now just because we’re at work. Look at you, telling me what to do, or in this case what not to do.”

Knowing she likes the thrill of being caught, of being watched, I decide to give it to her with the cleaning crew on the other side of the door. I lift her against the wall; her legs cinch around my waist. I thrust into her over and over, harder and harder, bringing her right to the edge.

“Fuck, Cal,” she cries out. I quickly swallow her moans, caressing my tongue with hers, then I bite her lip. She’s just about to tip over when I still and empty inside her.

“Fucking asshole,” she growls in frustration.

“Maybe you need to stop being a brat. We both know when I get you home . . .” I lean over and speak low in her ear. “You.” My lips trail down her throat. “Will be.” I lick and suck her pulse point, then trail my lips back up to her ear. “A good fucking girl for me and do what you’re told.” My knuckles hold her chin. “Do you want to know how I know?”

“How?” She pants.

I nip her bottom lip, then give it a suck before releasing it from my mouth. “Because you want to cum again.” I swipe my thumb over her bottom lip. “And only good girls get to cum. Isn’t that right, Angel?” I wink. “You are going to be a begging, blubbering mess by the time I get done with you.” I take her hand. “If you want to finish what we’ve started, you need to get dressed. The cleaning crew will come in here any minute.”

Once Aspen is dressed, I crack the door a little to look both ways. With the thrill of someone catching us, we dart out of the equipment room, run down the hallway, and into the arena like two teenagers. Not that it matters if we’re caught since she owns the damn place, but if they heard her on the other side of that door, I would rather them not know who those sounds were coming from.She giggles as I chase her up the stairs and through the exit to the parking lot. I grab her by the waist from behind and swing her around. Her laughter rings into the cold night air. I place her back on her feet and slap her ass before giving her a kiss.

God, I can’t wait to take her home and do unspeakable things to her.

The last few days have been complete chaos. Between work, grueling practices, Tuck’s games, and Aspen helping her mom find a new home, we haven’t had much time together. We’re on the road for the next four days for playoff games, but the good news is Aspen, Tuck, and Katherine are travelingwith the team this time. Road games are tough for me. When they’re not with me, I feel like I’m losing control; sometimes I have full-blown panic attacks. Even though we won’t see much of each other, at least I know they’re safe, and if something were to happen, I’m close by. Laughter fills the Suburban. Tuck and Katherine are in the backseat cutting up as the hired driver takes us from the airport to the hotel.

Lost in thought and a little nervous about tonight, I look out the window. We pass the benches I once slept on and I quickly turn my head. I would go through everything in life a thousand times over if it led me to this remarkable woman sitting beside me, but I don’t want to relive it right now and kill the excitement coursing through me.

I squeeze Aspen’s hand and kiss her knuckles. “I love you.”

Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

“Love you too, Hotshot.”

Looking back at Tuck, he gives me a silly face, and we both burst out laughing. I love that kid.I want to give him the world, to give him the life he deserves with a dad who loves him. I want more than anything to make Aspen my wife. I want to spend my life loving her, making her laugh, and proving to her that real men stay. Reaching into my jacket pocket, I wrap my fingers around the velvet box, making sure it’s right where it’s supposed to be for tonight. I decided this would be the best time to propose. I don’t want to wait anymore, and since our families are here, I just can’t think of any better time.

My phone buzzes in my pocket; I pull it out, then click the green accept button on the screen.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Hi, Son. Sorry I couldn’t be there to pick you up. I was tied up in coach’s meetings all day. I take it you all have arrived safely.”

“Yeah.” My eyes lock with Aspen’s. “We’re here. Are we still on for dinner tonight?”

“The reservations have been made. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yep.” I respond, facing forward. “Never been more certain of anything in my entire life.”

“Alright. I’ll see you at seven.”

“Can’t wait. Bye, Dad.”

We pull up to the hotel, exit the vehicle, and help the driver unload our luggage onto the bellman cart. The bellhop rolling our stuff inside as the SUV drives away. We’re making our way into the entrance when out of nowhere the media begins to surround us. Chaos erupts as microphones are thrust in our faces and journalists begin barking out questions over each other.

“Mr. Miles, there are rumors surrounding you exploring free agency; are they true?”

“What does free agency mean for you and Miss Taylor?”

“Is it true you are leaving the New York Blaze organization?”

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